It felt like my world was closing in. Fading away. I felt trapped and isolated, like I couldn’t escape. I prayed it was just a terrible nightmare. That there was no war. That life was normal and I had both of my wings. I prayed and prayed, hoping that it would all end. But it wouldn’t. It was real.

“Scootaloo…” My father’s voice was faint. The panic and terror was too overwhelming. “Scootaloo!” I was finally broken from my state.

“W...what…?” The panic was rising in my throat again. “What h-happened…?”

“You… you lost a wing Scootaloo.” My father hesitated, unsure of what to say.

Suddenly, I felt a surge of rage blow through me. “HOW?!” I screamed, almost falling down at the effort of screaming. “HOW DID THIS…” I collapsed onto the cold, tile floor, my legs giving out under me. I breathed heavily, trying to push myself up again. But it was no use.

At this point, a few nurse ponies had emerged into the room. They helped me get back into my bed and one of them went out to call in the doctor. I tried to resist; I hated being in such a helpless position. But I knew there was nothing I could do to stop it.

“How did it happen, Daddy…?” I whispered weakly, sounding like a little filly who had accidentally dropped her ice cream cone. A tear slid down my face, dropping onto the thin sheets covering me.

“Scoots…” My father was using his old nickname for me. This meant he was about to tell me something I really wouldn’t like. “The arrow that shot you, well, it pierced right through the bone of your wing, just above the last joint. Your wing… well, it came off from where it had been hit. They tried to save your wing sweetie, they really did. But… they couldn’t. They amputated the rest of it to save you…”

Another tear fell off of my face. “W-will I ever fly… again?” I asked quietly, dreading the answer.

My father was about to answer when the door to my room swung open. I lifted my head just enough to see who it was. It was a tan unicorn with a brown mane and tail. He was wearing a white coat and a stethoscope hung from his neck. The stallion wore thick glasses that made his blue eyes look much bigger than they really were.

“Good morning Miss Scootaloo.” The doctor greeted, levitating a clipboard with his magic. “It’s good to see you finally awake. I presume you have discovered your…. Injury?” The doctor looked at my father, who nodded. The doctor continued. “Ah… I am sure you are very upset and confused by all this, but for now we just need to take some blood and check you over a little bit to make sure everything is okay. You had a bad fall and… a bad injury. We need to help everything heal up, don’t we?”

I didn’t reply. The doctor gave the nurses a few instructions. One of them grabbed a needle and began to sterilize it, along with her hooves. Another came over to me and wrapped my hoof up in a black pad. She pressed down on a cylinder connected to the pad by a tube and the pad slowly began to tighten around my hoof.

“Blood pressure is normal…” the nurse commented as she wrote a few notes on a clipboard.

Another nurse looked into my eyes, my ears and my mouth. The other listened to my heartbeat. Neither of them looked alarmed, so I assumed I was working alright. The first nurse was now coming towards me with the needle. She dabbed by leg with some alcohol and stuck the needle in the vein, pulling blood out with it. I swallowed hardly as I watched the syringe fill up with my own blood. I could only think of how much of it I had already lost… When the nurse was finished, she pulled the needle out and rubbed a bit more alcohol onto my leg. She taped a cotton sheet over it and took the blood over to the doctor.

After a while, the doctor turned around, blood filled syringe in hoof. “Well, it seems everything it fairly normal Miss Scootaloo. You should make a full recovery, through it will take a while.”

There was still a question running through my mind that I desperately needed to hear the answer to even though I dreaded it. “Doctor, thank you for taking care of me and all that, but… will I ever be able to… to fly again?”

The doctor sighed, looking slightly agitated. “Well, in this day and age, we do have the technology to make you a prosthetic. You won’t be able to feel it, but it will work as a normal wing would. You should be able to continue your duties as a warrior, though it won’t be the same.”

I nodded. I felt much better now that I had heard this; I had expected a much more upsetting answer.

The doctor was just about to leave the room when he stopped and turned around. “Oh, and in the meantime, we have someone you might like to meet.” The doctor pushed the door open a little further. I lifted my head up once again; it took a lot of effort to perform this simple action. When I saw the pony who was outside of the door, I was immediately intrigued.

She was a light blue with magenta eyes. Her mane and tail were the entire spectrum of colors; a rainbow. The mane and tail were clipped shortly much like mine, but her forelock was long and uneven and it hung down over her eyes. The pony’s right side was facing me, and I could see she was a pegasus.

But when she turned around to enter the room, I gasped, barely believing my eyes.

Her left wing was missing. Replaced by a metal frame covered in steel plates.

She was just like me.

Author's Note

Wow. I finally got back to this story. I have been busy. A lot busier than I thought I would be. Hopefully I can write more of this story soon.